I’m jealous. Just a little, not a lot. But a foursome of my golf-writing brethren is in Scottsdale, Arizona, right now, playing a week’s worth of courses and no doubt eating and drinking two weeks’ worth of food and booze. (If you know golf writers, you know what I mean!) My jealousy is limited because I actually was in Scottsdale myself a few weeks ago—a post on that trip will appear soon—but in the meantime, you can follow the... Full Story